I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 367

“I heard recently that for women, physical intimacy leads to emotional connection. Why don't we test that theory and see if it's true?”

He kissed me with wild, brutal abandon, his lips moving from mine down to my chin and then to my collarbone, clearly intending to go lower. I froze in terror, clenching my fists and hammering on his shoulder.

“Don't you dare! Steven, we're divorced! You have no right to do this to me! And I'm Horace's girlfriend now. We're going to get married. You pride yourself on being a gentleman, don't you? Does touching another man's wife not bother your conscience?”

A furious storm brewed in Steven's eyes as he stared down at me.

He laughed, a crazed look on his handsome, pale face, his tone arrogant and certain.

“What a shame. You can't marry him without my permission. You don't count as another man's wife.”

I clutched my clothes with one hand and pushed against his chest with the other, refusing to back down. “Yes, I can!”

The most he could do was threaten me. Marrying Horace was just a matter of getting the paperwork done. I didn't need his approval.

“You just try it. See if you can actually marry him,” Steven sneered, kissing my lips softly. “Since you refuse to break up and are so set on marrying him, then I'll just have to make him break up with you. Horace isn't famous yet. A little pressure from the right investor, and he'll be buried in scandals, his reputation ruined. How does the title of ‘homewrecker’ sound?”

“Do you think his adoring fans will go crazy? He just lost the use of one leg. If his career tanks too, do you think his fragile ego will have any room left to love you?”

He was actually planning to use the same tactic on me that he'd used on Verna—threatening the people I cared about to force me back to his side.

“You're despicable! Steven, how could you become so despicable!” I was incandescent with rage. I lunged forward and sank my teeth into his neck, wishing I could tear out his artery. “I'll say it again: if you dare to hurt Horace, I will not spare your precious Verna. I suggest you don't underestimate me. I'm not the same Zephyra I used to be.”

Steven let out a muffled grunt of pain, his gaze turning as sharp as a blade.

“Horace is not worthy of being compared to Verna, and you are no match for her. She is not your enemy. Do not think of harming her.”

Ha. I knew it. He didn't love me at all.

His so-called affection was nothing more than a hunter's amusement at a rebellious prey. It was nothing compared to his one true love.

But he wanted both me and Verna. At least in our past life he was straightforward. At least then, he was devoted to Verna. The thought made me sick with disgust.

“Steven, you disgust me. Get your hands off me. Get off of me now!”

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